The man sighs as I feel the inching and squirming sensation grind to a halt, my body locked up around me like a prison. He leans back in his seat, the man bringing his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes over and over forcefully in an effort to relieve some tension.
"Okay..." he sighs, arching his back before leaning over to adjust the screen once again. "Now that we have you all nice and ready... it seems we can get a clearer image" he explains, rotating the screen part way back before fiddling with the mouse.
I watch as the little window expands, what had once been a tiny screen of low frame rate static blowing up to fill the whole monitor despite its original terrible boxy aspect ratio.
"I'm sure you'll be seeing her a lot
more in the mirror..." the man chuckles lightly, looking at the video
himself before looking back at me. "But here, why don't you take a look
at the new you you'll be bringing home."
As the man turns the screen back around I find my eyes locking to the image of a curvy young woman in her early twenties with plush plump lips and a massive bust, her long nailed hand clutching a set of bright pastel pink workout gear as she nibbles her bottom lip eagerly
The young woman stands a little taller than most, her curvy frame just inching over five foot six based on the measuring tape lining the door frame behind her. Her light brown hair shimmers in the late afternoon sun, the occasional errant strand shiny almost golden as the voluminous and luxurious hair cascades over her shoulders and down between her shoulder blades.
Her face is angelic, between her dainty nose and jawline to her rich full doe-eyes and pillowed lips she is downright stunning. The tip of her tongue pokes out between a set of glossy shining lips, the gentle probe shifting to a soft bite as she seems to struggle with sight of the pastel pink yoga pants and tight sports bra clutched in her hand. Her shimmering blue eyes send a chill down my spine, the sight of my own eyes resting in some dim bimbo's head simply leaving my blood running cold.
The nails on her hand simply had to be fake, the long tapered tips digging into the elastic material of the clothes as she wriggles a little at the sight of them and the thought of just what they would look like on her.
As she wiggles and shimmies in place I'm forced to watch as a truly mountainous bust strains at the already taut fabric of her own pale green active wear crop top. Despite the tightness of the material binding them back, it's more than obvious that her chest is her defining feature, the immense rack easily being bigger than her head and certainly more than a handful for her dainty palms. Her top leaves her slender tapered waist and delicate arms on full display. While not athletic by any means she certainly appears fit, her flat belly and dainty limbs likely being the result of jogging and yoga more so than weights of any kind.
Her narrow waist bulges out wildly once it reaches her hips, the generously wide pelvis plays host to a perfect plump and tight rear that you could bounce a coin off of. Clad in a set of white yoga pants, her bulbous yet remarkably perky rear jiggles well after she stops any motion, the rippling of her thick thighs and perfect ass almost being hypnotic to behold. A small gap rests between her groin and the top of her thighs, the tiny little triangular window leading to the bottom of her juicy rear while the tight pants leave a hint of camel toe.
A set of crisp clean white runners adorn her feet, the shoes looking either brand new or never really used given the lack of any dirt or scuffs on them.
The man whistles softly, the descending tone a term of approval for the chick on screen.
"Seems like you're one of the lucky ones" he softly chuckles, leaning back in his seat as he returns to typing at the computer. "You don't see many shifts in age, sex, and... well..." he stammers, pausing just shy of commenting on the woman's and my appearance. The sound of short keystrokes fill the room, the mechanical clattering cutting over the occasional choking gargle coming from my paralyzed form.
"Two is one day is basically unheard of, I had a young man earlier who..." the tired man muses, barely stopping himself before he discusses just what transpired with another client.
I suddenly feel a dull numb tugging pulse throughout my body. To where the pull was trying to take me I couldn't say, only that with each yank at my bones and sinew I could feel a terrible nothingness beneath.
The young woman on the camera staggers for a moment as I feel one of the more forceful pulls ripple through me, my eyes watering as the tiny hooks jostle the delicate jellies resting in my skulls. As she wobbles a little she quickly manages to right herself, the dim brunette looking around for someone who could have bumped her.
With a little shrug of her delicate pale shoulders, her massive bust heaving and wobbling inside her tight fitted sports bra, she quickly begins to mince off towards the changing rooms of the store.
It all happens in an instant, one last yank at my whole body resulting in an audible crackling snap. For a split second I'm left in the dark, no sight nor sound to guide me by. The room, the man, the video of the other world and everything in between simply vanishes from the world for a fraction of a second.
Suddenly I feel something slam into me, or around me more like it, as something rushes to fill the void like air after decompression. The seat feels cushioned all of a sudden, a cascade of shimmering brown hair quickly falling in front of my face as I find my view of the room partially obscured. My fingers grip into the metal stool beneath me as I lean forward, the new immense weight on my chest threatening to topple me over as my back tenses in an effort to support the damn things.
Through the haze of light brown locks I watch as a pale gray mass hurtles forward into the pastel pink yoga pants that the young woman hand been holding in front of her, the loose and pulled apart gray matter soon becoming tangled in the falling clothes before landing and splattering against the dark wooden floor.
In an instant the image cuts out, a small block of text appearing over the video feed reading
No Alternate Available
My head pounds as I sit in the chair, the constant throbbing ache feeling as though my brain was simply struggling to sit properly or even just fit inside my skull. I let out a low whimpering groan as I wince and blink my eyes, the sound of the soft breathy moan slipping from my lips immediately waking me up.
"What the h..." I begin to murmur, the sound of my giddy and breathy voice finally registering in my ears. It was bright, playfully, yet with a slight sultry undertone to it. Bracing myself I raise one hand, brushing some hair out of my face. Some strands however remain stuck to my lips, my whole body jumping to its feet as I brush at the large plump cock-sucking lips with my long white pointed nail.
"Whoa, calm down there" the man huffs, motioning for me to get back into the seat. "Still need to take you picture for your new ID, just give me a minute.
I shiver in place, panic setting in as I look at my delicate gorgeous hands in front of me. In an instant I glance down, my eyes going wide as I find myself staring at an all encompassing mound of squished together fat bound tightly in a pale green top. I can't seem my stomach, I can't even see my toes, my wide hips and the hint of my thick rear and thighs only coming to view as I twist around in place.
With a deep breath I sit back down, my wide and wild eyes betraying the panic gripping my entire being.
"Just... part your hair a bit?" the man says, turning around a small camera atop the monitor to face me. "And can you look a little less... terrified?"
I weakly try to smile, my hand raising to brush my hair from my face as my arm bumps and jostles the tit-flesh overflowing my chest, flinching as I feel my plumped pink glossy lips shift against ear other. I low disconcerted murmur escapes between them as the man clicks his mouse a few times, taking several pictures for them to choose from for more new ID.
"We're estimating your new age at..." he mutters, typing a little as he makes some notes. "Probably around twenty-two, old enough to drink at least" he continues, chuckling a bit. "We'll leave the... day the same and..." she pauses, typing something out. "Did you want to change that name to anything more... fitting?"
"Like..." I weakly bleat, wincing as my dim and bubbly voice lilts up with the word. "What do you mean?"
"Jordan Hughes... well it's fine but..." the man mutters, looking into my bright blue doe-eyes. "Maybe something..."
"I like my name..." I huff, narrowing my eyes as I try to cross my arms over my chest only to give up and fold them beneath the enormous bust. I shudder as I feel the soft supple mounds yield to my forearms, the upper arms also sinking into the fatty flesh as my tits as lifted and squashed by my attempt to look disapproving.
"Jordan Hughes it is then..." the man sighs, typing out the name before quickly sending the information off with a few clicks. The printer behind him begins to whir and grumble, a series of whines filling the room as it prints out a small thick sheet on official looking paper. "I don't get paid enough to argue..."
The man quickly pulls the paper of of the printer, the holographic ink shimmering in the light of the office. It's rather plain, merely a series of fields from name to date of birth along with a statement that this was to act as ID until the holder received their new driver's license.
"Here..." the man huffs, obviously eager for his break. "Your new ID will be sent to your home in the next few..."
My eyes go wide as he brings up home, my hands patting at my pockets for a moment before finding a slightly bulging phone case resting against my thigh. Pulling it out I breath a sigh of relief, my gaze falling to the see-through sparkly yellow shell wrapping around the device as a single key and a set of credit cards sit beneath.
"Wait..." I mutter, looking at the one solitary key. "Where's my car keys?"
"Oh..." the man blurts out, his eyes going wide. "Did we... not empty your pock..." he continues, sighing into his mask as he cuts himself off. "We at Reality Reversal apologize for the loss of any goods or items" he states dryly, as if reading a script from memory. "Any items left on your person are unfortunately lost, please send the invoice for their replacement to our customer service team for..." he continues, groaning as he leans against the desk.
"You get the gist right?" he asks, rubbing at his eyes. "You're good to go otherwise..." he sighs, looking at me as I stare at him in no small amount of shock and confusion.
"Thank you for visiting today..." he continues a little forcefully, his gaze darting to the door. "Have a nice day..."
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